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Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Kastoria Day Nine

Kastoria day nine. I awoke at 0830, this trend has to end or my vacation will be ruined. Today was the day of the big bizarre. It was nothing like I had imagined. First it was much bigger that I thought it would be. Second half of the whole thing was food, vegetables, fruit, eggs, chickens, live and dead fish… the other half was clothes, imitation name brands, some genuine, house wears, shoes. Basically all of the towns shops set up shop in this big parking lot and do business in one spot. Not at all like the one at Aloha Stadium in Hawaii. The one in Hawaii was geared to tourists, this one is for the ease of the towns citizens. We picked up a few things, nothing to write home about. After walking through the maze of vendors at the bizarre we finally picked up the boubenarias from “Felicity”. They are cute. In this small world, this small town, it should be no surprise that the shop keeper and her parents remember Stella's grandparents. Many of the shop keepers around town have asked what family Stella belongs to. She answers Sarros and Fisseas. Most of them know one or both of the families. We had just gotten back and sat down for dinner (lunch) with the family when one of Stella and Joanna’s friends stopped by. Demitra was her name. I don’t have much to write about her, I was not feeling well so I took a nap. When I woke up, drenched in sweat with a pounding head ache, she was gone.

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